【導讀】它利用計算機技術、網絡技術以及通信技術實現(xiàn)快速、準確的獲得信息，提供信息共享與檢索的服務系統(tǒng)。它的廣泛使用，給人們帶來了諸多便利，并。逐漸改變了人們信息獲取的方式。新一代基于互聯(lián)網的企業(yè)（如Google、百度。Microsoft、SunSystem等傳統(tǒng)IT企業(yè)發(fā)起了挑戰(zhàn)。服務的研究，也正成為當今互聯(lián)網技術研究的前沿。本論文首先對局域網文件共享及檢索系統(tǒng)進行需求分析，并給出系。的開發(fā)達到預定目標，并具有一定的應用價值。

　　

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The promise of a story was not enough to keep her out of the water. He didn39。t know if that was good or bad. He knew she was smart, a reader, and she had an imagination. But she was also active. T hat pull was too strong for him. He sat far from the water, under some bushes, and watched her swim with the three other children still in the park this late in the evening. Maybe she would e back to him, and maybe she wouldn39。t. It wouldn39。t change his life either way, but it might change hers. She emerged dripping and infinitely cleaner from the murky water. She dressed again in her random scraps, for whatever good it did her, and came to him, shivering. I39。m cold, she said. Here. He took off his jacket. She looked at his hands as he wrapped it around her, and she reached out and touched the hardness of his shoulder. You sure must be strong, she mented. Pretty strong. I work hard, being a pusher. Just what is a pusher? she said, and stifled a yawn. Come sit on my lap, and I39。ll tell you. He did tell her, and it was a very good story that no adventurous child could resist. He had practiced that story, refined it, told it many times into a recorder until he had the rhythms and cadences just right, until he found just the right words not too difficult words, but words with some fire and juice in them. And once more he grew encouraged. She had been tired when he started, but he gradually caught her attention. It was possible no one had ever told her a story in quite that way. She was used to sitting before the screen a nd having a story shoved into her eyes and ears. It was something new to be able to interrupt with questions and get answers. Even reading was not like that. It was the oral tradition of storytelling, and it could still mesm erize the nth generation of the electronic age. That sounds great, she said, when she was sure he was .through. You liked it? 1 really truly did. 1 think I want to be a pusher when I grow up. That was a really neat story. Well, that39。s not actually the story I was going to tell you. That39。s just what it39。s like to be a pusher. You mean you have another story? Sure. He looked at his watch. But I39。m afraid it39。s getting late. It39。s almost dark, and everybody39。s gone home. You39。d probably better go too. She was in agony, torn between what she was supposed to do and what she wanted. It really should be no contest, if she was who he thought she was. Well . . . butbut I39。ll e back here tomorrow and you39。 He was shaking his head. My ship leaves in the morning, he said. There39。s no time. Then tell me now! I can stay out. Tell me now. Please please please? He coyly resisted, harrumphed, protested, but in the end allowed himself to be seduced. He felt very good. He had her like a fivepound trout on a twenty pound line. I t wasn39。t sporting. But, then. he wasn39。t playing a game. So at last he got to his specialty. He sometimes wished he could claim the story for his own. but the fact was he could not make up stories. He no longer tried to. Instead, he cribbed from every fairy tale and fantasy story he could find. If he had a genius, it was in adapting some of the elements to fit the world she knewwhile keeping it strange enough to enthrall herand in adlibbing the end to personalize it. It was a wonderful tale he told. It had enchanted castles sitting on mountains of glass, moist caverns beneath the sea, fleets of starships, and shining riders astr ide horses that flew the galaxy. There were evil alien creatures, and others with much good in them. There were drugged potions. Scaled beasts roared out of hyperspace to devour plas. Amid all the turmoil strode the Prince and Princess. They got into frightful jams and helped each other out of them. The story was never quite the same. He watched her eyes. When they wandered, he threw away whole chunks of story. When they widened, he knew what parts to plug in later. He tailored it to her reactions. The child was sleepy. Sooner or later she would surrender. He needed her in a trance state, neither awake nor asleep. That wa s when the story would end . . . . and though the healers labored long and hard, they could not save the Princess. She died that night, far from her Princ e. , Her mouth was a little round o. Stories were not supposed to end that way. Is that all? She died and she never saw the Prince again? Well, not quite all. But the rest of it probably isn39。t true, and I shouldn39。t tell it to you. Ian felt pleasantly tired. His throat was a little raw, making him hoarse. Radiant was a warm weigh